Go amd wash yourself seven times in the river of love!
For, i wll be there waiting for you;
Because, i last met you when you were 18 years old.
The muse of life!
If i honour myself, my honour is nothing;
But, the donkeys and the horses tired over there are ready for a ride.
Kind, find, wind, mind, bind, blind, hind, grind!
With the high definitions of your love;
However, i do write that others may learn from my muse as well.
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